A Dream
Debate class.
I'm sitting in debate class, for some reason in the back, despite the fact that I almost always sit in the front, and nobody's listening. Everyone's talking, everyone's chattering, no one's actually doing anything productive. And yet for some reason, in the midst of all this chaos, I'm nervous.
The teacher looks up from folding papers in the center of the room. "Nelly," she says, pointing to me, and it's then I remember that I have to do my final speech today. Without another word, I nervously begin speaking from my seat, despite that normally we usually preform speeches from the front.
"Depression hurts," I begin, since my speech in on Clinical Depression. No one's listening. Everyone continues being uncharacteristically unruly.
I try again.
"Depression hurts," I repeat, "Clinical depression is categorized by the American Psychiatric Association as..." Again, no one's listening, even my teacher isn't listening, but yells at me to continue anyway. I try, I try my hardest, but no one will listen, no one will pay any attention at all.
Then the bell rings. And instinctively I know we'll have to finish this some other time.
There's a flash, and I'm in bed, but not in my own bed, I'm in bed in the debate. No one's there. It's bright outside, but it's dark inside and I contemplate how it's the last debate class and I'm alone.
I'm alone in the debate room.
For some reason this bothers me. A lot.
I'm alone in the debate room.
I wake up. And for some reason, though I know I'm not, I still feel lonely.
Funny how dreams linger, huh?
I'm sitting in debate class, for some reason in the back, despite the fact that I almost always sit in the front, and nobody's listening. Everyone's talking, everyone's chattering, no one's actually doing anything productive. And yet for some reason, in the midst of all this chaos, I'm nervous.
The teacher looks up from folding papers in the center of the room. "Nelly," she says, pointing to me, and it's then I remember that I have to do my final speech today. Without another word, I nervously begin speaking from my seat, despite that normally we usually preform speeches from the front.
"Depression hurts," I begin, since my speech in on Clinical Depression. No one's listening. Everyone continues being uncharacteristically unruly.
I try again.
"Depression hurts," I repeat, "Clinical depression is categorized by the American Psychiatric Association as..." Again, no one's listening, even my teacher isn't listening, but yells at me to continue anyway. I try, I try my hardest, but no one will listen, no one will pay any attention at all.
Then the bell rings. And instinctively I know we'll have to finish this some other time.
There's a flash, and I'm in bed, but not in my own bed, I'm in bed in the debate. No one's there. It's bright outside, but it's dark inside and I contemplate how it's the last debate class and I'm alone.
I'm alone in the debate room.
For some reason this bothers me. A lot.
I'm alone in the debate room.
I wake up. And for some reason, though I know I'm not, I still feel lonely.
Funny how dreams linger, huh?